Poem February 11, 1939 Issue

"Stretch forth thine hand"

FREDERICK WILLIAM PRITCHARD LE SUEUR

Joyfully within the temple's portals
The maimed man answered to the Lord's command,
Never doubting him whose love had bid him,
"Stretch forth thine hand."

Gone were years of uselessness and sorrow;
Gone the cripple, bound by error's band;
Gone all shame and fear, upon his hearing,
"Stretch forth thine hand."

Help me, Father, now to claim my birthright,
As Thy son, in confidence to stand,
Knowing nought can harm me when Thou callest,
"Stretch forth thine hand."

Help me, too, O God, to help my brother,
Losing self in God's own service grand,
And with unselfed love to aid the suffering—
"Stretch forth thine hand"!

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